Date: Tue, 21 May 2013 10:12:30 -0500 From: kj c Subject: BED AND BREAKFAST - 1 This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between males who are related to each other. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. The story contains RAUNCH/SCAT The author can be reached at kjcniftystories@gmail.com Bed and Breakfast - 1 I love Saturday mornings. I look forward to morning time with 13 year old son, Jr. (who most folks including I just call "Jr.") the most. My wife would often go out early on Saturday to run errands or shop with her girlfriend. Today, I can hear the soft padding of my son as he walks down the hallway. I watch as Jr strolls past my bedroom door and to the bathroom. I layed back in bed and heard the distinct sounds of piss hitting the toilet bowel and then a quick flush. Turning towards, the window, I, again hear Jr's footsteps in the hallway. My eyes turned towards the door as I hear the footsteps stop at my bedroom doorway. My son knows the drill and walks into the bedroom. He starts to remove his pajama bottom and crawls on all floors starting at the foot of the bed until he reaches where I am laying at. He stares into my eyes for just a minute and lays his head on my muscular chest. I can feel him breathing in my man musk deeply. He slowly snakes out a tongue and licks at my nipple and then at my pit. I grab the back of his head and push his head further into my musky hairy arm pits. He slowly licks and sucks at all the sweaty hair there. I rub the back of his head in circles as he continues to eat out my pit. His other hand slowly makes its way to my boxers and fishes through the opening in the front for my big black veiny dick. Once he has it in his hands, he slowly strokes the uncut black dick up and down very slowly while still licking my funky musty pits. He stops and looks again into my eyes. He knows what I want and he turns to face my feet on the bed. He slowly lifts his left leg over my now sweaty torso and presents me his young hairy ass on display. I look up into the now sweaty ass crack of my son and as I am staring into the deep wrinkled hole of his, he slowly and gently lets out a strong fart. I inhale very deeply. I can smell what the boy ate last night along with some pretty ripe shit that is due to come out soon. I rub my son's black and hairy ass cheeks around and around and around while watching his hole open and change shape as I play with his ass. He has a hairy ring around a sweaty glistening hole. I slowly lift my head up and he pushes back to meet my face. I plant my face into his ass cheeks softly with my tongue already out. I can taste the salty tang of sweaty dirty ass. He grinds his ass back into my face doing circular movements with his hips. My tongue digs deeper into his ass ring and I get the distinct metallic taste of shit on my tongue. I pull out my tongue to gather more saliva to help make the boy's hole more sloppy. I know that if I can make it sloppy enough more juice might flow and he will loosen up more and give me what I want soon. I pull my head back and take an inhale and an exhale. It is very straining on one's neck when eating ass in the 69 position. I plant my head back into the boy's hole and start back to dig into his sweaty dirty ass trench even deeper. I want what he has buried in there. He lets out another fart and then another. This has always been the sign before --- right before he is ready to drop a deuce, his hairy little shitter starts to expel shit gas like a factory. I keep inhaling as deeply as I can. I like the smell of farts. I can feel his body straining and I know it's almost time. I stop licking for a minute and put my head back onto the bed. I like to watch the opening number, so to speak, and as I am laying there, I slowly see his hairy ass ring open like the letter "O" and close very quickly. This happens again and again and finally, I start to see the start of his shit log pointing its way out of his hole. It goes back in a couple of times, but comes right back out and eventually doesn't retreat back into the hole. The best part is about to start. I can feel my son continue to bear down to shit into my mouth and face. I slowly rub his back to encourage him to take it nice and slow. The tip of the shit is hovering over my face. I can smell it's heady funk and can see how knotty and lumpy it is. I think to myself, what a waste of food. I could have just skipped dinner if I was going to do this today and laugh silently as I wait for the prize. To be continued...